Akari Hayashi stepped out of her average two-story house on the morning, the cool spring air brushing against her exposed midriff. She had chosen another loose white crop top that left her entire stomach bare, paired with simple denim shorts, her plain brown hair still in that loose ponytail.
The red marks from yesterday's assault had faded overnight, thanks perhaps to the subtle regenerative hum of her Infinite Womb cheat, but the memory lingered like a shadow.
She glanced at the translucent status screen that popped up unbidden in her vision, confirming her new Sacred Gear: Food Summon. With a thought, she tested it, summoning a steaming bowl of ramen that materialized in her hands—perfectly seasoned, endless in potential supply.
She slurped a noodle thoughtfully, then dismissed the bowl into nothingness. "Unlimited food is nice," she muttered, "but in this world? I need real power."
Her mind raced through the canon timeline she knew so well from her previous life. Issei Hyoudou, the protagonist, was about to cross paths with Raynare, the fallen angel disguised as Yuuma Amano.
That "date" would end with Issei stabbed through the chest, only to be revived as Rias Gremory's devil servant. But what if she intervened? Issei had the Boosted Gear—one of the most powerful Longinus-class Sacred Gears, housing the Heavenly Dragon Ddraig.
If she could... absorb it through her cheat? The thought made her cheeks flush. It meant seduction, intimacy, the whole messy process. But saving him from death and the supernatural grind? Stealing his power while giving him what he craved? It could work.
She was an extra, unremarkable, but with meta-knowledge, she could play the game smarter. "Time to visit the pervert king," she whispered, setting off toward the Hyoudou residence, which she knew from the anime's details was just a short walk through the quiet streets of Kuoh Town.
The door to Issei's house swung open after a tentative knock, revealing the brown-haired teenager in his casual home clothes—a baggy t-shirt and shorts. Issei blinked at her, his eyes widening as they traced her figure, lingering on her exposed stomach and soft curves.
In that instant, he fell head over heels, his perverted mind spinning into overdrive. "Who is this goddess? he thought, heart pounding. She's got that innocent look, but damn, that midriff... I could lose my virginity right here if I play my cards right. Finally, a real girl showing up at my door! Oppai, oppai, oppai—wait, focus, Issei!"
He swallowed hard, a goofy grin spreading across his face. "H-Hey! Can I help you? I'm Issei Hyoudou. You from the neighborhood?"
Akari forced a shy smile, playing the part of the friendly local. "Hi, Issei. I'm Akari Hayashi. I live nearby, and I... well, I've seen you around Kuoh Academy. Thought I'd introduce myself. Mind if I come in?" She stepped closer, her voice soft and inviting, knowing full well how his hormones would react.
Issei's thoughts raced: She's coming on to me? This is it! Virginity loss incoming! Don't screw this up, man. He nodded eagerly, stepping aside to let her in, his eyes glued to the sway of her hips as she entered the living room.
The house was ordinary—family photos, a kitchen visible in the back—but Akari's focus was laser-sharp on him. She wasn't here for chit-chat; she was here for the Boosted Gear.
Without wasting time, Issei grabbed her hand—boldly, awkwardly—and led her upstairs. "Come on, my room's up here. We can talk privately." His palm was sweaty, his mind a whirlwind of fantasies. Take her to my room, show her my collection—wait, no, hide the porn!
Too late. Akari followed without protest, ignoring the faint scent of teenage boy as they entered his bedroom. Posters of scantily clad anime girls plastered the walls, stacks of adult magazines peeked from under the bed, and a suspiciously placed tissue box sat on the nightstand.
The room screamed "pervert headquarters," but Akari barely glanced at them. Porn stuff? Whatever. I'm here for that dragon in your soul, she thought, her Infinite Womb already stirring in anticipation, a subtle warmth building in her core.
Issei closed the door behind them, his breath quickening. "So, uh, what did you want to talk about?" But his eyes betrayed him, roaming over her exposed stomach again. God, I want to touch that. This is my chance—extreme, mind-blowing sex.
Lose that virginity today! Akari met his gaze, stepping closer until their bodies nearly touched. "Issei... I think you're special. Let me show you how much." Before he could process, she pulled him into a kiss, her hands guiding his to her bare midriff.
He groaned into her mouth, fingers instinctively squeezing the soft flesh of her stomach, and that was all it took. Clothes came off in a frenzy—her crop top tossed aside, shorts sliding down, his own outfit discarded haphazardly.
They tumbled onto his bed, surrounded by the ignored porn paraphernalia, as Issei dove into what he dreamed of: extreme, passionate sex that would culminate in claiming her completely.
The moment Issei's throbbing cock breached her entrance and thrust straight through her cervix into the infinite depths of her womb, Akari let out a deep, throaty moan that echoed through the room, her body arching in genuine pleasure.
Unlike the brutal ambush yesterday, this felt different—Issei's eagerness mixed with a surprising tenderness at first, his hands already roaming to her exposed stomach, squeezing gently as he began to pump in and out.
For the first twenty minutes, he set a steady rhythm, each deep plunge into her womb drawing fresh moans from her lips, her voice husky and encouraging as his fingers kneaded her belly like it was the most erotic thing in the world.
He grunted with every thrust, lost in the sensation, his perverted fantasies coming true as he squeezed harder, feeling her stomach yield under his palms while his dick swirled endlessly inside her core; Akari moaned louder each time, the dual assault of womb penetration and belly compression sending waves of ecstasy through her, making her enjoy every second despite the intensity.
As the half-hour mark approached, Issei's pace turned more aggressive, his hips slamming forward with dragon-like vigor he didn't even know he had, cock burying deeper into the womb with each stroke.
His hands never left her exposed stomach, squeezing rhythmically in time with his thrusts—fingers digging in, compressing the soft skin until it flushed pink, amplifying every moan that burst from Akari's throat.
She writhed beneath him, genuinely lost in the pleasure now, her moans coming in rapid succession whenever his dick throbbed against the far reaches of her womb or his palms clamped down hard on her midriff; the room filled with the sounds of flesh slapping and her vocal ecstasy, Issei's own groans mixing in as he thought, This is heaven—squeezing her belly while fucking her womb? I'm never stopping! For the next thirty minutes, he varied his angles, grinding deep and holding while squeezing her stomach in long, possessive grips, each one eliciting a fresh, shuddering moan from her as the pleasure built to unbearable heights.
By the hour mark, the sex had escalated to extreme levels—Issei flipping her onto her hands and knees, thrusting from behind with relentless force, his cock pistoning into her infinite womb like a machine.
Both hands wrapped around her exposed stomach from this new angle, squeezing and pulling her back onto him with every plunge, the pressure making her feel every inch of him inside her as if her belly was a conduit for the sensation.
Akari moaned uncontrollably now, her voice breaking into cries of delight each time his dick hit a new depth or his fingers compressed her midriff in that vise-like hold; sweat slicked their bodies, the bed creaking under the assault, but she enjoyed it thoroughly, her body responding with eager clenches that drove him wild.
He panted filthy words—"Your womb's so deep, and this belly... fuck, it's perfect"—while maintaining the two-handed squeeze, the intensity never waning as they pushed through another forty minutes of womb-fucking and stomach-kneading bliss.
As the one-hour-forty mark hit, Issei's control frayed, his thrusts turning savage and erratic, cock lodged perpetually in her womb while he focused on squeezing her exposed stomach with renewed fervor—palms pressing down hard enough to leave faint imprints, twisting and massaging in sync with his hips.
Akari's moans reached a fever pitch, screaming his name every time the head of his dick battered the infinite walls and his hands crushed her belly, the combined pleasure making her vision blur with stars; she enjoyed the extremity, her cheat-enhanced body thriving on the absorption process already underway, subtle energies flowing from him into her core.
For the final twenty minutes, it was pure, unbridled passion—Issei rutting deep without pulling out, hands glued to her midriff in constant, bruising squeezes that drew moan after moan from her raw throat.
Finally, after exactly two hours, Issei roared in climax, slamming forward one last time to bury his cock as deep as possible into her womb, erupting in thick, endless waves of cum that flooded the endless space. His hands clamped down on her exposed stomach in a final, powerful squeeze, holding her tight as he pumped every drop inside her, the child conceiving and trapping instantly in stasis.
Akari moaned one last, shattering cry, her body convulsing in orgasmic release as the absorption completed. They collapsed together, panting, Issei's mind blown: I lost my virginity... to her. Best day ever.
A glowing screen materialized in Akari's vision, unseen by the exhausted Issei.
Sacred Gear: Boosted Gear absorbed from Issei Hyoudou.
Ability: The Welsh Dragon's power, capable of boosting user's strength, speed, and abilities exponentially. Dragon Emperor Ddraig resides within.
Status: Active and bound to user permanently.
Condition: Retained as long as the child of Issei Hyoudou remains trapped in your infinite womb.
Akari's eyes widened, a thrill of power surging through her as she felt the faint presence of Ddraig stirring in her soul. It's mine now. The Boosted Gear... holy shit.
She gently extricated herself from Issei's arms, dressing quickly while he dozed in post-coital bliss. Slipping out of the room and down the stairs, she left the Hyoudou house without a word, the door clicking shut behind her.
Back in her average home near Kuoh Academy, Akari collapsed onto the couch, summoning a cold drink with her Food Summon gear to quench her thirst.
She stared at the ceiling, a mix of satisfaction and reflection washing over her. I just saved Issei from Raynare—from getting killed on that fake date, from being dragged into the devil world with Rias and all the wars that follow. No more harem drama, no more near-deaths for him. He'll live a normal, perverted life... and I took his virginity as a bonus.
A small smile tugged at her lips. But the Boosted Gear? That changed everything. She could feel its power humming inside her, ready to boost her from extra to something more. With this, I might actually survive this world.